Here I am, chilling on the couch with my husband on a sunny Sunday, about to enter the second week of what I consider as my half employment.
Just when I was getting a bit of footing, life pulled the rug from under my feet — yet again.
I’ve had many hopes the past couple of months.
Vaccination had started earlier this year in Singapore, with the prime minister getting his first shot on January. After the longest time, I started to see a bit of light at the end of the tunnel.
I might be able to finally go home.
That thought had blossomed, warming my heart as the idea took root in my head.
I’ve been traveling and living abroad for a long time but I always make sure I go home and check in with my loved ones. I’ve never stayed away for so long that I miss them terribly.
I couldn’t go home.
I haven’t seen my loved ones for the longest time. And I’m feeling it to the bones.
I miss my warm slightly kooky family.
Just when I got a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel…
Gyms and other higher-risk settings to be closed; size limits on large events tightened
SINGAPORE - Higher-risk settings such as gyms will be shut and size limits on large events tightened from this Saturday…
14th May 2021 The Multi-Ministry Taskforce (MTF) has been closely monitoring the local and global COVID-19 situation…
The number of COVID infection, including the newest strain, has been on the rise. More people are infected each day, creating more clusters of infection.
Although the number is relatively low compared to other countries, the government decided that the only way to curb the spread of the virus is to implement some measures.
Not as tight as the first lockdown — or what the government here calls circuit breaker — but tighter than the measures we have been having for quite some time now.
No more dining out. We can only go out in a group of two. We can only receive two guests at our house, and a whole lot of other stuff.
The worst news for me personally: all gyms will be closed from 8th to 30th of May.
My bread and butter.
Although the company is taking an excellent care of us, the employees, it’s still a massive blow.
I went from training 3–8 clients per day to training 2–3 clients per week.
We are still allowed to train clients outside the gym — in an open space, with trainers donning their masks at all times.
It’s still different though.
I’m missing many of my clients who opt to wait until the gym reopens.
I have to admit, I was stressed when the news about the gym broke out.
There was a sense of disbelief at first.
For real? They’re going to close the gym?
Then the dread crept in.
I’ll be out of work for 3 weeks.
After 3 hectic months of trying to adjust and get a grip of my new busy reality, I’m going back to the days when I was just starting out.
Well, not quite to the starting point but… you know.
It’s been a week now.
I have somehow come to terms with my new reality, taking the time I’ve been bestowed upon to learn as much as I can, to make the best out of the whole situation.
The first few days of the gym closing down, a thought occurred to me.
Memories came flooding.
Memories of me kneeling in front of a picture of my deceased mother, feeling numb, scared, wondering how I was going to carry on without her, wondering if I could. Feeling hopeless, helpless while I stared into my mother face, smiling serenely as if to say, “Everything will be alright, kid. Everything will be just fine.”
Memories of giving my mother her last ‘shower’, wiping every inch of her body before we sent her off — a last act of service, of love.
The worst thing I could think of that could have happened to me have happened.
I lost my mother.
The finality of death. The point of no return. No going back.
I racked my brain before I finally decided to write this piece. What’s the worst thing that can happen to me in life? I asked myself.
I tried to think of all possible scenarios, but after living without my mom for a little more than 2 years now, I finally concluded that nothing can even come close to my mother’s death.
The worst thing had happened.
And every bad things that come after pale in comparison.
Days are bad, every now and then. It’s life — shit happens.
But that’s the beauty of having the worst possible thing happened to you.
You know that whatever comes your way, you can survive. You’ll live through it.
Because you’ve walked through hell and back.
Because you’ve gone through worse and whatever comes next, however challenging and hard the days may be, you’ll live. You’ll know to take it one breath, one step at a time.
You’ll walk with the knowledge that things could have been worse, that things were worse and you’ve come out on the other side, alive to see another day.
I am among the lucky.
The new restriction has taken away my ability to work. But I still have roof above my head, food on my table. Many are facing worse fate.
I believe that everything that happens in our life is for a reason.
The Universe has a plan for each and everyone of us.
We might not know what the plan is, but we sure as hell can learn and adapt.
We make the best out of every situation we have been thrown into.
After all, when the worst had happened, nothing else can be worse.
And that, is the beauty of it.
Hang on, friends.
We’re all in this together.